2019-II-20

I ask myself,
where is reality?
Is it in my colorful dreams?
Is it where I touch the earth?

Maybe reality is in the sky,
or high above in skyscrapers.
There is no reality without you—
none when you are far away.

I ask myself all the time:
what is the point of living?
I long for those beautiful images,
the ones you once promised me.

I asked you,
“When will we meet?”
You laughed without an answer.
In your letter, you wrote—
"See you in the next life."